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An old-fashioned Card-party — The Clergyman’s verses — The Story of the Convict’s Return

           Herushedwildlyforward,andclenchedtheoldmanbythethroatbuthewashisfather;andhisarmfellpowerlessbyhisside.

           ‘Theoldmanutteredaloudyellwhichrangthroughthelonelyfieldslikethehowlofanevilspirit.Hisfaceturnedblack,thegorerushedfromhismouthandnose,anddyedthegrassadeep,darkred,ashestaggeredandfell.Hehadrupturedablood-vessel,andhewasadeadmanbeforehissoncouldraisehim.‘Inthatcornerofthechurchyard,’saidtheoldgentleman,afterasilenceofafewmoments,‘inthatcornerofthechurchyardofwhichIhavebeforespoken,thereliesburiedamanwhowasinmyemploymentforthreeyearsafterthisevent,andwhowastrulycontrite,penitent,andhumbled,ifevermanwas.Noonesavemyselfknewinthatman’slifetimewhohewas,orwhencehecameitwasJohnEdmunds,thereturnedconvict.’

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